2 comments/ 12888 views/ 6 favorites Slave Treatment By: flutterbyvixyn It has been weeks since I was in trouble last. I have worked very hard to be Sirs' good girl. I've especially worked on keeping my mouth shut. Sir seems to notice and comments from time to time. I think He misses all the punishments I was getting. He even tried to provoke me last night. "Go get my cane case." He called from the living room. I was in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner. I quickly rushed into the bedroom and fetched the case from under the bed. Mentally thinking about everything that had happened that week. I wasn't bad. I didn't have any swats comming. Granted that was unusual for me- and when I was bad I took my punishments like a good girl. I brought the case to him and knelt down. "Nope." He whispered. I took the very next position. Standing facing away from Him my hands behind my head fingers interlocked. I heard the case click open. I wanted with everything I had to run. I knew that would get me punished. I stood there wondering what it is I may have done- or maybe didn't do? I kept thinking. After a few minutes I can feel Sirs' whole body pressing into mine. He wraps His arms around me and tangles His fingers into my hair. Kissing my neck and moving to my ear. "What are you thinking right this moment child?" I pause. "Mmmmm. How good it feels for you to be kissing my neck." I whisper. "Bend over." He whispers. I follow orders and bend over the coffee table place my hands on my head and brace myself. I feel a soft caress against my skin. I want to enjoy it. My body shudders automatically. I feel a soft crack against my backside but it's not a cane. I moan. I can't help it. "Stand up." He orders. I follow directions. He reaches for my hand and leads me to face Him. I look into His eyes deeply. There's something different about Him today. "You were going to take a cane for no reason?" He raises an eyebrow. This is far from the behavior of the bratty unmanaged sub He stumbled upon just months earlier. Before I would have kicked and screamed. Cried and begged for Him not too- I would have made it very clear that I did not deserve a punishment because I hadn't done anything. He would have made it clear that I needed it just to learn. "It is not up to this child to decide if she has done anything wrong Sir. Only you the Sir can make that choice." I respond. After the last punishment a few new things were laid into place. I wasn't His sub anymore- He took that away with His collar. After my attitude to simply trying on a shirt for Him. The new laws were simply enough for even a 5 year old to accept and yet it took me weeks of nightly punishments and daily mantras to get it right. 1. I was to look up to Him at all times. If He looked at me and I was looking down or away from Him it was 5 lashing with what ever was close by. 2. If He caught me biting my lip (as I tend to do when I am thinking of a smart remark) it was 5 pops to my mouth with His hand. that's the part that got me on that one. I hated the thought of Sir using His soft, loving, gentle hands to punish me. 3. If I asked and He said no. That was it. I wasn't to ask again. EVER. This included- cumming. If I asked again even days later- (cause He has an amazing talent for remembering when I have already asked something.) Then it was 10 lashing with a tool of His choice. 4. Since I had acted like a child that was to be my current name. He called me child- introduced me to friends as child. Not even HIS child.. just child. I was to refer to myself as child. If I slipped up or said other wise - I got a mouth full of whatever was near. The first time was cold bacon grease, the second was water from a windshield bucket at the gas station; the last time we were driving in the car and Sir didn't have enough hands to drive and pour anything in my mouth so I had to do it myself; I still don't know why there was Vaseline in the glove box. 5. The last and most important rule was if I acted up- at all. To the extent of more then 25 lashings in two days it was all over. My Sir had run out of whatever it was that let Him handle my attitude. I still had my other protocols to follow- and I had new things to learn everyday the hardest part for me was for the first 6 weeks Sir had my mouth clamped shut. It wasn't a painful clamp, just enough to keep my lips closed. He tried to ball gag me for the first few days but that just turned Him on. I have been on probation for almost 3 months now. My Sir- should have been a Sergeant. "So even if you don't think you did anything wrong- if I see fit to beat your ass black and blue with this brand new paddle?" He picks up a paddle from a back inside the case. I would have said it's beautiful- except I was to busy thinking about how it would feel on my already swollen ass. I gulped "If you see that this child needs a beating of any form with any paddle you choice then that is what this child needs Sir." I answer as I turn back around and bend over. Sir taps my shoulder. "You're not getting a punishment. I was testing your mouth and you pass- with flying colors I might add." He smirks. I smile softly but inside I am beaming. "I am impressed sessa." He leans in and whispers in my ear. He hasn't said my sub name in months and can't help it but cum to the sound. He catches me in His arms. "I've got you- go ahead." He coos softly. I fall into His embrace as I cum harder then I have cum in weeks. That was the other part of my punishment. I wasn't allowed to cum. Even when Sir and I were during scenes or He was using me to pleasure Him. I wasn't aloud to cum unless He needed me too. I try gather my bearings as I look up to Him softly. "Thank You Sir." Is all I can mutter. I know there is more to this mantra but don't have the energy. Sir lets me slide. A tear rolls down my cheek. I'm not sad or hurting the relief from cumming is just so freeing. I am in subspace and flying. Sir guides me to the couch and helps me sit. He hands me the paddle to look at. "I picked up a few new things for your training tonight- they are in the case if you want to look feel free." He leaves the room. The new paddle is beautiful. It is four wide thick strips of leather sewn together with a braided handle. It has small jewel like studs in various places and in the middle of the leather letters are carved out. I flip it over to read the word. "Good Girl" I mutter out loud. Really? Who's idea was it to make a punishing tool say good girl? I outta find them and beat them with it. I chuckle to myself. I look in the case to see what else Sir has picked up. A new crop. I figured that one would be in there. He broke His old one- correction I broke His old one last month. I smarted off about something thinking (there we go with that again..thinking..) He was out of ear shot. Let me tell you for Sir sure the hell caught me by surprise. He grab that crop and snapped it so fast. I dodged it and I am so glad I did because it hit the footboard on the bed and snapped in two. Sir would never use broken things on me- it's to dangerous. So He tossed it away and I got twice as many lashings with many other tools. I got so many swats that day that I wasn't allowed to get any for 4 days due to law 5. My ass shifts just thinking about that one. Sir hasn't had to punish me like that since. There are a few other things that I expected. A larger plug. "It vibrates." I gasp. A new set of beads, and some clamps. That was the only part of the punishment I wish I could have talked Him out of. The clamps. I have such large breast that they tend to hurt all the time anyway. Adding clamps kills me enough- but when He started adding the weights to them I screamed. The weights didn't last long though. After a week of Sir using them my back was so out of whack I had to go to a doctor to be adjusted. Thank Bob the doc was a Dom himself. He knew exactly what was wrong when he twisted me in to a pretzel and saw the marks from the flogger. That was the best conversation EVER. "Sub- are you being punished?" The Doc asked. "Yes Sir- this child has an attitude, a lack of respect and is over all a spoiled brat." I answered. "Ah- I have one of those at home. Is your Sir using weighted clamps on you?" "Yes Sir. Sir has found it is one of the few things that do not turn me on." The Doc stood up and opened the door. "Sir can you come in here for just a moment?" He waved Sir into the room. I was scared that Sir would think I said something. I was shaking all over. "What is the issue Doc is my girl going to be ok?" Sir asked He was really worried. "She will be fine but- you are going to have to make an adjustment in her punishment." Sir's mouth dropped- and His eyes darted to me. "No- the child didn't say anything to tip me off I saw the well known marks." Doc pulls out His phone and shows a photo to Sir. "Nice what did she do?" Sir comments. "Spit at me." Doc says. I now know that all Sir's have the tone. "So." Doc chuckles. "No weights. Clamp 'em down if you must! If you put any weights on her she will have a very serious problem." Sir nods. "Is she ready?" He looks over to me. "All yours" Doc winks. Sir and I came home that day and He locked up the weights. There was one more thing in the box. Something new I had never seen before. It was a box- almost looked like a radio. Had 2 knobs and a power switch. There were 2 different attachments coming off. I gasped; gulped; and screamed from the inside. All you could hear in the living room was a "yeep" "Yes that is exactly what you think it is." Sir's voice came from behind me. Some time when looking at everything He snuck around to watch me admire. I looked up at Him. Tears were already starting to form. He kissed my forehead. "Now be a good girl- Daddy wants to clean you up." He dismissed me. I was allowed to walk now- I earned that back. Now I used that to rush to the bath I followed His directions completely. It was one of the things I had to repeat over and over again. "Fill the tub to the line- above or below your ass is mine." "If you don't want ice- make the water nice." "Soaps in a row- or I'll make you a hoe." I grabbed 3 towels from the closet. One was for the floor the other 2 were for Sir and I. I made sure to get a new razor, set up the lotion and checked to see if there were hair ties in the drawer. I sighed. "Just outside the door- wait like a whore." I muttered. I took off the only thing I had earned back which was my bra; thanks again to the Doc. I laid down and pushed my hips up walking my feet under me. In this position I was face up, my head flat to the floor. My back at about a 45 degree angle; legs spread. "Sir the bath is ready." I called I heard Sir walking down the hall. He clicked on the light and knelt down to examine. "Did you put out a new razor?" He asked. "Yes Sir." I answered. Sir reached down and helped me back up. I followed Him into the bathroom and helped Him undress. He climbed in and I washed His back- sneaking a kiss to the back of His neck. "Come on." He whispered as He pulled my arm. I settled into the bath with Him. This was the only time Sir and I were naked, touching but it wasn't about punishment or pleasure. Well I guess it was. I would never admit to Sir that I enjoyed our bath time together more then He did. Once He was cleaned He pulled the plug and turned on the hand held. He washed my hair for me, making sure to clean each of my treatment marks. Sir never hit me hard enough to leave scars. It isn't who He is. He helped me shave just the way He likes it and was very tender and loving to me. Bath time was my favorite time of day. Sir stood up and I used the hand held to wash Him off. He stepped out and took a towel and wrapped it around Him. I hand Him the hand held and He sprays me down once more. Then swoops me up into my towel and carry's me to the bedroom. Once I am dry I sit on the floor. Cross my legs and wait. Sir comes in and smiles. The only part I hate about bath time is what happens right after it's over. Sir leans in and kisses my forehead. I know He loves me. At this point I think He is tired of the nightly treatments. How I would love to offer to just cuddle and watch a movie together. I don't dare though. Sir leans down in front of me and I lift my hair. Now normally when your Sir puts a collar on you- its a happy time. I know it was with His collar. This isn't Sir collar. Sir saw fit to buy a cheap dog collar at the dollar store. The first time He placed it on me He said "If you are going to act cheap- then I will treat you cheap." That night the whole time He punished me- and pleasured Him self He called me Dollar Store Whore. He connected the matching leash to the collar- my collar. I had to correct myself. I said the collar once to Sir and was popped. "That fucking collar is YOURS own it. Love it." He snapped at me. He lead me to a hook that was in the ceiling. I climbed on to the bed and stood on the footboard. The lead barely reached the hook. I had to stand on my toe in order for Sir to attach it. Sir stepped down and looked at me. He spoke to me in a soft voice- the tone was still there though. This was my performance review. Tonight would determine if I had another month of treatment of if I had learned my place. Sir didn't like this any more then I did. He stood looking at me. The questions started flying from His mouth. "Who is your Master?" He called over as He paced around the room. "This child has no Master Sir. This child has a Sir, a Daddy, a Lover, a Friend- My Sir does not own me because I choose to be here." I must answer correctly and quickly. My treatment will be focused on what I miss. "What is your name?" "Child Sir. This child does not have a the privilege of a name until you Sir grant one." "What is my number one rule?" "Never say No Sir." "Number 2?" "No lying Sir." "How many canes do I own?" "37 Sir." The way I learned that answer makes my whole body numb "What mantra are you to say when you walk into My House." "Thank You Most Loving and Gracious Sir for allowing this child the privilege to enter Your home Sir- This child is here to serve and obey Your every word Sir- this child would like to show you how honored she is to be granted permission to be in your home Sir." I can almost see a sigh of relief. I mess that one up last night. I was worried. "By what time must my meal be prepared by?" "Breakfast is to be ready by 0600 Sir. Lunch is to be ready by 1300 hours Sir- that is unless Sir it the second or forth Friday of the month then Lunch is to be ready by 0800 when Sir leaves for work. Dinner Sir is to be on the table by 1700 hours unless Sir calls and tells this child He will be late." "When are you allowed out of the house?" "Sir- once treatment is over Sir; this child is allowed out of the house only to do household shopping unless something has been approved by you Sir. During treatment this child is only allowed out of the house when accompanied by you Sir- not to exceed 3 hours a week Sir." Sir reaches up and unclips the lead from my collar. He lifts me off of the footboard. The next task is simple. Sir will call a number and I must show the position it means. I always pass this part of the review. After another 15 minutes- Sir stops and sits on the bed. He doesn't say a word about my review. I learned the first time not to ask. He pats the bed and I rest next to Him. He kisses the top of my head. Sir leaves the room. I shift around on the bed. He tried to take that from me for the first week but it hurt Him more to sleep alone then it would have ever punished me or at lease He thinks. Sir returns with the cane case that has all the new things in it. I am some what excited and scared. There may be new things but the review night hasn't changed. Over the course of my treatment nights I am stretched, pulled, pushed, and tied into positions. On review night I must be able to take everything He wants or I fail. It doesn't matter if I knew every answer. If I could not please Him the way He wanted the treatments started over. I swallow hard. Sir leans into me and kisses my cheek. "Good luck." He whispers. That would sound odd to anyone else. It is up to Him if I pass or not so why would He wish me luck? Because it is not Sir who decides if I pass. It is my actions, my response, my choice. If I don't do what I am told- I fail. Sir snaps His fingers. "Place." He looks at me. I get on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed and take a deep breath. Sir taps my ass rather hard. It's not a smack- it's a test to see if I will move. I don't. I don't even change my breathing. Sir very kindly rubs a small amount of lube over my asshole. With out warning He pushes 3 fingers inside my pussy. I am not allowed to cum- I am not allowed to moan. I am not allowed to breathe with out His words. He uses His free hand to grab a near by whip. I feel the first sting on my back. "1 Sir- Thank You Sir for whipping me May this child have another?" Crack- Crack- Crack- Crack- Crack- Crack- "7 Sir- Thank You Sir for whipping me May this child have another?" This goes on for a while. Sir with out a second thought pushes another finger into me. It's not pleasant. My insides are sore from the nights of treatments. My body is already shutting down- my mind has to over compensate. Crack- Crack - Crack - Crack - Crack- "12 Sir- Thank You Sir for whipping me May this child have another?" Sir sets the flogger down by my feet. "This child will cum- this child will cum to the point of squirting and will not stop until I say so." Sir orders. I prepare myself. "3- 2 -" Sir pauses. I wait. "This child will cum NOW." He shouts. I cum as hard as I can. I am squirting. This isn't a release. I am so swollen that it trickles more like a leaky facet then anything. I push harder. Sir is trying to help- He pushes up inside me hard supporting one hand with the other. I want to scream. I can't. A tear rolls down my cheek. "This child will stop NOW." He says. I pull back everything I have. I want to suck in air. I am not allowed. I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me. "Breathe." Sir whispers softer then anything he has ever said. I know what is next. It's not my favorite part by any means but Sir has trained me well. I lean my head back as Sir reaches around. He clasps a large ball gag into my mouth. This is His favor. Sir slaps my ass with His hand. I again take a deep breath. Sir pushes up behind me. I can already feel the head of his cock pushing against my ass. Sir takes a deep breath too. He knows this hurts me and I can see in the mirror that He's begging me not to scream. If I do. It's all over and I fail. In on swift motion Sir pushes the length of His cock into my dry, swollen, over used asshole. I bite down on the gag and beg my body to just listen to my mind. My mind escapes somewhere else. Remembering bath time- shopping with Daddy - long car rides where I got to suck His cock. I haven't been allowed that pleasure. I had to sit in a corner and watch some other tramp suck my Daddy cock because I wasn't allowed. I think about that for a second. Stupid bitch didn't even swallow His cum. She spit it out- she wasted it. The pain sneering from my ass is nothing compared to the anger that gives me. Here I am willing to swallow gallons of His cream and He goes and gives to to some common whore? I let my body hold on to the anger it has. As Sir plows my ass hard and deep. He does spit on it a few times. He doesn't want me to bleed like I did last review. I don't move. I let a small sigh out when He removes His cock. He didn't cum. Bad girls don't get Daddy's cum. I feel a slight pressure as the new plug takes the place of His cock. It starts to vibrate then stops. Sir takes another toy and pushes it in my pussy. Slave Treatment "Up." He calls. I stand and slowly make my way to the middle of the room. I spread my legs wide as Sir turns the vibrating dongs on. "Don't FUCKING drop my toys." He orders. "Sir No. This child would never disrespect Sir things." I call back. Sir takes the new crop and snaps the insides of both my legs. I step wider. I am covered by snaps of the corp. He like to get my Achilles tendon. I am not allowed to pick up my foot or flinch. If I drop one of the toys- I will get lashed with the crop. I hate new crops. Sir snaps my clit with the crop and I want to die. I can feel my pussy getting wetter. I pull the toy back in. I have learned that if I think about things that make me laugh on the inside the crop wont effect me as much. I start picturing Sir in a neon pink bikini. That takes me away to another place. I am only brought back to reality when I feel the plug come out of me. I almost scream until I relies that Sir has removed it. He removes the vibrator as well. I look down and see that I have marks from clamps, whips, paddles, and anything else He had in different places. I did it. I reach subspace where nothing phased me any more. Sir leans in and removes my collar. "Good Girl." He whispers. I fall to my knees. "Child go get in the bath." Sir calls over from the closet. I slink away slowly. Sir some how managed to run a warm bath while I was out flying over the ocean. I sink in. The water feels good- the bubbles don't. Sir comes in and washes me off softly. Rubbing areas where clamps were snapped off by the crop. He picks up my towel and holds it out. I step out and He dries me off. Sir walks out of the bath room with 2 words. "Bed child" I open my mouth to say yes Sir but He is already gone. I climb into the bed and under the covers. Now I cry. I don't cry because of everything that Sir had to do. I cry because I am the reason Sir had to do it. If I had behaved, or done anything differently Sir would not have to punish me. Sir is not a bad Sir. Sir is a loving Sir. The door clicks open and the light flickers off. I feel the bed move as Sir climbs in. He puts His arm softly- carefully around me and slides closer. He has an ice pack in His hand and places it on my pussy. "Thank You Sir for punishing me Sir. This child is learning Sir." I whisper. "Your welcome child." Sir sighs. I lay there a few more moments. "I'm sorry Love." I hear Sir whisper. He thinks I am already asleep. I feel Him kiss my shoulder and then exit the bed. I must have passes out before Sir returned. The next thing I know it's morning. I wake up to the sun shining threw the window. I dart up- too fast. Looking at the clock on the nightstand it's 10 am. I look over and Sir is not there. I will be in huge trouble now. I didn't make Him food this morning. I stand up and walk to the restroom. There is a note on the counter with a box. I open the note first. :: My Darling Beautiful Princess. I hope you slept well. I tried not to wake you this morning when I got off to work. Don't worry- I ate. I have waited 3 months to give you this; I love you so very much. You have worked hard. You have earned it. Don't do a dang thing today. God I can't wait to see you when I get home. All my Love. Sir :: I reach down and open the box. A bright smile appears over my face and tears begin to stream. I shut the box and hold it to my heart. I skip out of the restroom and threw the hall. I get to the living room and start to scream words of joy when I look over and see Sir siting on the couch. I stop and drop to my knees. Sir stands and walks over to me. "Stand." He commands. I follow orders. Now scared that I have ruined my own joy by being foolish. "Why aren't you wearing it?" He asks. I look up. "This child does not have the authority to put it on Sir- only to remove Sir." I whisper. Sir pulls the lid off the box and lifts up His collar. He reaches back and clasps it around my neck. Leans in and kisses me. "That's my Sessa." He whispers. My knees go weak and Sir catches me. He lifts me up and carry's me to the couch. I sit in His lap for the first time in ages. Sir plays with my hair and I dig my face into His chest. Sir kisses me deeply. "What do you want to do today My Princess?" He looks at me. His face has lightened. I climb down off of His lap and smile. I reach down to His boxers and pull at them. "I can't hear your fingers." He gets a stern look. "Daddy please can I suck your cock Sir?" I ask looking up at Him with big eyes. He smiles. I suck His cock and it doesn't take long before He is ready to explode. I swallow every drop. I climb back into His lap and mutter.. "Stupid bitch wasting Daddy's cum- I should beat her with the good girl paddle." Sir leans back and give me the look. I wince. "I know MY PRINCESS did not just cuss." I see He is trying to be serious but His eyes are giving Him away. "Sorry Daddy..." I mumble looking away. Daddy picks me up and carry's me to the bedroom. "To the shackles with you!" He laughs. I am always in trouble....